There honestly isn’t anything I can do. I can’t force him to take his meds. I can’t have him committed. The only thing I can do is refuse to take his cats. There really isn’t anything I can do.
There isn’t anything you can do, and that sucks. I wish I had some suggestions.
{{{flatlined}}}
You mentioned calling the police - maybe that is the only thing you can do, even if it doesn’t accomplish anything.
I just realized that I might be coming off as judgemental here - that it completely not my intent. I wish there was something you could do for Tony, and I’m trying to brainstorm a bit, not blame you for not being able to do anything.
my company doesnt use USPS because it will cost us more in labor costs as we don’t have a pickup for USPS
(the mailman is not obligated to take outgoing letters much less packages) we would have to pay someone to take it to the post office. UPS and Fedex come several times a day.
Frack YOU AdAware!
You wanted a upgrade this morning. Without asking, you updated yourself to some 30 day trial of a paid version, which promptly took off and kneecapped my production machine, and 5 hours later, I have successfully exterminated you.
If you had a office in this state, I would send the sheriff to seize your servers.
I would rather type out the code for Windows 7 by hand than let your end product of Tourettes addled code monkeys reinfect any of my computers.
Begone with you!<empties recycle bin>
I didn’t think that you were being judgemental at all. You are right. If Tony melts down I will feel responsible. Today, I called the non-emergancy line for the police and they told me that as long as Tony hasn’t done anything, there is nothing they can do.
Then I went to town and found someone giving kittens away at a store parking lot. I took all of the kittens and gave them to Tony to foster. This is only a short term fix, but I know that as long as Tony has animals in his care, he won’t do anything to risk them. Tony might give his personal cats away or have them euthed, fosters are different.
I also told him that I’d take him out to dinner tonight, but he has to get cleaned up because I am going to wear a skirt.
Tony is a good person. I know that I bitch about him a lot, but he really does have a good heart. Maybe time is all he needs for his brain to start producing the right chemicals. I can keep him in kittens all summer if I have to.
I really don’t know what else I can do. And it sucks.
Ah, crap, I was hoping that they might refer you to someone who could help him.
It really does. 
Kittens can have an amazing power to comfort and heal. Speaks the woman whose only reason for not killing herself is a kitten
Massive headache.
I still have some leftover spots of bad smell from before I got rid of Kitty Pees-a-lot last November, and I decided to treat a couple of them with some serious stuff before I rent a Rug Doctor in a couple of weeks. The intense detergent smell in my apartment and especially my bedroom is killing me. I got like 2 hours (maybe) of sleep this morning, and that was bad sleep frequently interrupted and filled with frustrating ‘stuck in a moment’ dreams that I couldn’t break out of. Got up at 4:30am, poured a bunch of water on the spot I’d soaked with the carpet stuff and then blotted up with several towels to try to remove as much of that crap as possible. Put the fan in the window blowing in on high for fresh air.
Thought getting out of the house for a while would resolve things. Five hours later, still not back at home and small animals within 3 miles of me are still dropping dead from the pain of my headache.
Maybe it’s not the detergent smell that’s doing it. Maybe it’s the combination of several things. One of the side effects of Phentermine is headaches. I’ve only taken 4 half pills, 1/2 each day for 4 days. I did notice that I was pretty edgy and irritable yesterday…
Where’d I put that blood pressure sleeve?
I was SO happy when you posted that you had a new kitten.
I was so outraged about your rape that I couldn’t type what I felt, it would have been too strong even for the pit. Knowing that you felt strong enough to be responsible for a baby animal told me that you would get through this. How is your lil troublemaker doing?
SnakesCatLady and SpazCat, thank you for the good thoughts. Mentally ill people tend to fall between the cracks. It breaks my heart to know that Tony is losing his fight with his personal demons.
I don’t remember if I have shared this story here, so please forgive me if I’m repeating myself. When I moved here, I was aware of Tony. He lives in a ratty old singlewide trailor and my close neighbors warned me to stay away from him.
If I saw him, I’d wave, but that was my only contact with him until the day he showed up at my door with a box full of kittens he had found. Tony told me that he knew I liked cats (its pretty obvious, kitty trees in front of the windows, blinds bent up like only cats do, catfood and water on the porch for the strays), and wondered if I could take one of the kittens.
Without looking in the box, I said that I’d take them all. A look of relief filled his face, then he pulled the box closer to his body, his face closed down with doubt and he asked “What are you going to do with them?”
That was over 8 years ago, we’ve been friends ever since. He’s a good and caring person. I had his pets fixed because he’s dirt poor and then talked him into building cages to foster cats for my rescue group. The cages were only used for about a year, then he started keeping the fosters in his bedroom.
Tony is badly socialized, so I started dragging him to rescue events. His appearance and demeaner would scare people, until he started interacting with the animals. That’s when his heart showed.
On preview…Chimera, did you use an enzime cleaner that is specific for cat pee? Detergent really doesn’t work to get the smell out. Nature’s Miracle has a clean citrus smell.
Sigh.
To the person who designs the PowerPoint Displays at church:
I don’t know who decided that putting all the words to one verse on the screen at once was a good idea. It isn’t actually a bad one–given the history of the person responsible for picking the right slide at the right moment being all too often wrong–but it does make things hard to read.
And then you use white text on a busy background . . .
Good thing I knew most of the words by heart.
(In the I don’t know whether it makes things better or worse category–I sing in the choir. So I’m farther away from a smaller screen than most people in the congregation. So it’s harder for me to read, and arguably more important that I can read the words. Also, after the choir finished, I went out and sat in the congregation in one of the pews close-ish to the front, and it was easier to read, but not enough to make me happy).
I still don’t have a voice. It’s been 3 days now, with no more than the ability to whisper. I am a client service analyst; 80-90% of my job is being on the phone, and I can’t. I finally felt well enough to go out a little this evening and get some dinner (with my husband driving), but I really need to go to work tomorrow.
My throat hardly hurts anymore, I just can’t talk and I’m frustrated as hell.
Dammit, Brother Matata, answer your phone. Or reply to texts. Or to e-mail. Or Facebook messages. Pretty please. I know you live in the ass end of nowhere, but you can communicate, and if you just don’t want to talk to me, answer one of the latter three methods.
Right now, I’m so broke I can’t pay attention. My brother has some modestly valuable coins of mine, which he planned to have evaluated for me. That was 3 years ago, and if he’s not gonna, I need them back. Yesterday. I just bought dog food with pennies. I’m that broke. And for a month now, I can’t get any word from my beloved idiot of a brother. I could just cry from my stress level right now…
Fucking Morris dancers, ruining *every *spring festival in the entire region, *every *place with any fucking flowers in bloom after a long winter, with those fucking bells on their prancing ankles and waving those fucking pooftah hankies and singing those stupid fucking “Hey nonny nonny” songs …
Thank Og I was never an English peasant and was never forced, even by peer pressure, to do any of that shit. But I know why so many of them came over here - to get away from the fucking Morris dancers so they wouldn’t have to kill themselves! And now people over here do it voluntarily. Gadzooks.
I know you aren’t begging or anything, but I could send you a few bucks for dog food. Do you have a paypal account?
If you aren’t comfortable with that, may I suggest that you call the local rescue groups? We (rescue people) often have donated food that we are happy to share. Its not the best quality food, but it fills hungry bellies.
Thanks so much for the lovely offer. I think we’ll be okay. I was able to get enough (decent) food for two of the dogs until payday, and I have chicken and brown rice to cook for Mojo, with his sensitive tummy and skin. If worse comes to worst, I think the local Petco manager would donate a bag to a K9 officer.
As it is now, we have enough food for everyone, and diapers for the babies, to last the week, and I found a couple of gift cards with enough left on them to buy milk when we run out. (And yes, we know the dogs are an unnecessary expense. But one is the working police K9, one is the retired K9, who would literally pine himself to death away from my husband, and Sebastian is the foster who refused to leave. He’s been placed three times, and has escaped and trekked cross-country each time. The last time, he made it almost 20 miles toward home before being found. So that’s that.)
Bloody airlines. Changing gates without announcing it, changing times at the last minute. May the persons responsible for all the petty annoyances of this trip collectively have ichy hemorrhoids 24 hours a day for the next 20 days, at least. Without relief.
This might be the most evil thing I’ve ever read. PowerPoint was invented by demons (from either Gehenna or Redmond). What’s it doing in church?
Pick up a hymnal, ye faithful disciples, and banish the tool of Wormwood to the outer darkness from whence it came!
(I mean, I’m upset about Tony and Chimera’s head and the Dog Food ‘n’ Diapers-Challenged Family. Those are tradgedies-in-the-making. But PowerPoint in church…?)
I fucking hate PowerPoint slides that contain entire paragraphs of information. They’re impossible to read, and they create an enormous amount of waste because some manager decides that the best way to solve the problem is distributing printed copies of the slides to every department.